I actually read a book! After a long while of having a flea-like attention span, Fear and Loathing was the perfect way to ease my drug-traumatised brain back into the focus required for the printed word. This is a mad ride of a book, filled with quotables and brilliant scenes. It will have you laughing, riding with Raoul Duke and his attorney, gazing in disbelief at their debauched and outrageous antics, and musing with Thompson on the death of hippy idealism.
Really don't even attempt to count, let alone equal, the epic drug and consumption here. This book captures an insane session with defined skill. Gonzo indeed; you don't know which parts are Hunter S. Thompson's experiences, which are Raoul Duke's experiences, and which are their collective drug trips. This book is harsh, definitely outrageous, and perfectly matched by Ralph Steadman's illustrations.
I am not sure how I avoided reading Fear & Loathing for so long. Writing, drugs, trash and journalism are among my chief interests, and this definitely combines them all, in a deliciously dirty soup.
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